lowfog01 wrote:I spent my childhood in Cedar Rapids, IA and the bikes all were registered with the police there. It was only a dollar and the police used the opportunity to teach a few rules of the road and bike safety...No one thought anything of it.
Same where I grew up. Every summer the police would have a bike fair where they preached safety, and you would ride a slalom through the traffic cones or some such stunt and win prizes like your very own flashlight or a bell for your bike. Mine was a heavy black steel Firestone with a coaster brake on the rear wheel and no gears, just single speed and it probably weighed 40 pounds and I probably only weighed 80. And those bikes took us everywhere. Ten, fifteen, twenty-five miles in a day was nothing, with a stop to go swimming along the way and then put the bat and glove across the handle bars and pedal to the Little League field to play nine innings in the evening. Today when I drive my CAR some of the places that we routinely biked to, I scratch my head and wonder how the day was long enough for me to pedal there and back when I was 12.